Everyone has them. Every family has them. I talk about mine. A lot. And yet I think I have a great life. There is always some kind of drama going on and I always have great stories. I fret, I worry, I feel sad, I feel almost mad, I almost hurt or at least feel numb. And I feel content and happy. I deal with the addictions of my family. I deal with the curves life throws us.
I met a neighbor the other day. We have been neighbors for a long long time and have never met. He asked about Myk. I told him Myk was going down his own path and he seemed to know what I meant. He offered sympathy. And I thought....at least, as of yet, I still have my child. This neighbor lost his daughter several years back. That trial and tribulation seems so much more worse than mine, to me.
And life goes on. And the trials go on. Now I have great stories about Audrie and Connor. They are going to have a great life too, but they will definitely give me more trials and tribulations as they live their life.
Connor smiled at us for the first time yesterday. Not a gas smile, but a smile we could tell was real. It may not be the first one, but it is the first one we know was a smile and not gas. :P
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